Alex Hill

“Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.” ~ George R.R. Martin

My feet sink into the cool flakey sand grains of sand filling in between every toecradling my sun burned bodya cool breeze sways over the dunes and wraps me in a cool sand bedI lay uprightwithout a worry in the worldthe dark blue waves crash lightly against the shorelinefar out in the distance boats bounce off the white capsseagulls soar above those boatswatching over them like mothers watching over their childrenthe sun starts to dip beneath the horizonnot just the end of another great daybut the end of another great summer